Category Archives: Li Po

Poem – She Spins Silk

Far up river in Szechuan, waters rise as spring winds roar. How can I dare to meet her now, to brave the dangerous gorge? The grass grows green in the valley below where silk worms silently spin. Her hands work … Continue reading

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Poem – The Solitude of Night

t was at a wine party— I lay in a drowse, knowing it not. The blown flowers fell and filled my lap. When I arose, still drunken, The birds had all gone to their nests, And there remained but few … Continue reading

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Poem – On Gazing into a Mirror

Follow Tao, and nothing is old or new. Lose it, and the ruins of age return. Someone smiling back in the mirror, hair white as the frost-stained glass, you admit lament is empty, ask how reflections get so worn and … Continue reading

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Poem – The Old Dust

The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home. One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth, Then, alas! we are the same old dust of ten thousand ages. The rabbit in the moon pounds the medicine in … Continue reading

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Poem – Bringing in the Wine

See how the Yellow River’s water move out of heaven. Entering the ocean,never to return. See how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, Though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow. … Oh, let a man … Continue reading

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Poem – Hard is the Journey

Gold vessels of fine wines, thousands a gallon, Jade dishes of rare meats, costing more thousands, I lay my chopsticks down, no more can banquet, I draw my sword and stare wildly about me: Ice bars my way to cross … Continue reading

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Poem – Clearing At Dawn

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish the blue pond is full; With singing thrushes the green boughs droop. The flowers of the field have dabbled their … Continue reading

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